Page 15 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

ChapterEight

Ruby

Layton walks me to the front door of my sprawling ground level house, after I let us onto the property, and he parked up.

“You really don’t have to…” I start, but he silences me with a fierce glare.

I smile to myself and check my watch. I bite the inside of my lip and open the front door. I step inside, my heels clacking on the Italian tile and dump my bag and coat on the floor and turn around. Kicking off my shoes, I face him with a sultry look that has him scowling at me.

I hike my dress up my thighs and say, “You know, you don’t start working for me for another hour.”

“And?” he growls.

I don’t bother answering, I just grab his shirt and drag him inside, clapping my hand on the back of his neck to pull him down to my mouth. I sweep my tongue over his lips as they crash against mine and he opens up, plunging his tongue into my mouth with a noise that sounds like a lion’s purr.

It sends a sensation of pure lust straight to my clit.

He takes a step back and regards me closely. “You know that Ramsey is in love with you, don’t you?”

“So?” I ask, knowing how harsh that sounds, but can’t let myself think about him right now.

“So I don’t like hurting my friends.”

“And?”

“And if I do this, it will hurt him.”

“I’m your friend and I’ll be hurt if you don’t do this,” I retort.

He shakes his head with a sigh. “You don’t want to be with me, love. I like it rough.”

If he was trying to put me off, he just did the complete opposite. With a soft moan, I grab his shirt again and press myself against his body, feeling his erection digging into me. “You don’t scare me,” I whisper in his ear.

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters and then seemingly decides to get on with it. His big hand lands on the back of my neck to hold me close as he kisses me with a forcefulness that leaves me panting for more. His other hand reaches up for the zipper at the back of my dress and he slides it down slowly, enticingly. I moan into his mouth as he lets me go and slips it over my shoulders. He breaks the kiss, his gaze dropping to take in every inch of my naked body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking a step forward.

I quickly take a step back and then another until my back hits the wall behind me. The open plan room sprawls out in front of me, but it’s blocked from my view as he looms into frame. He slowly turns me around and presses me up against the cool wall, my nipples peaking at the chill.

He hisses when he sees the marks left by my encounter at Giselle’s, his fingers grazing over the light welts gently. He moves in closer, his body pushing me further into the wall.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks quietly.

I nod, unable to speak.

“I need to hear you say it, Ruby,” he says.

“Say what?” I rasp, my voice hoarse with need.

“Do you consent?”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe. “Yes, I consent.”

He reaches around to cup my pussy before he squeezes and then takes my clit in his fingers to pinch and twist until I gasp with pure longing. Layton slips a finger inside me, thrusting roughly before I bat his hand away and turn around. He gathers me to him, kissing me again, lifting my leg up to wrap around his waist. I leap up, wrapping my other leg around him, his hands going to my ass to hold me to him. I snake my hand in between us and unzip his fly, sliding my hand into his jeans. His cock is enormous and rock-hard as I take it in my hand, stroking him with a purr of need. He walks backwards, his mouth never leaving mine until we reach the couch and then he drops me, reaching down to pull the Pangolin out of the holster strapped to my thigh. He trails the sharp edge up my stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a red welt. The sting has me trembling in front of him, watching him closely as the knife makes its way up in between my breasts. He stops for a moment and then drags the blade under the swell of my right breast, circling it until he gets to the top. He repositions the knife so that the pointed tip is digging into my skin. He increases the pressure enough so that a tiny drop of blood forms through my broken skin.

I whimper with desire as I watch it slowly roll down over my nipple.

His clear blue eyes are transfixed to the droplet. After a moment, he drags the knife down to my nipple, flicking the aching peak, smearing the blood away before he leans down to take the bud in his mouth. He bites down roughly, making me squirm. I am soaking wet between my legs. I can feel the juice running down my thighs. I have never been turned on quite so seductively and in such a dark way before.

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